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"Not a bit," replied Cold Maker. "We are very comfortable.",In being mad, which none but madmen know.',"Ask him, if only to please me," he says, wearily.,Her tone is so unpleasant and so significant that silence falls upon the room. Geoffrey says nothing. Perhaps he alone among them fails to understand the meaning of her words. He seems lost in thought. So lost, that the others, watching him, wonder secretly what the end of his meditations will bring forth: yet, one and all, they mistake him: no doubt of Mona ever has, or ever will, I think, cross his mind.,The grass is still brown, the trees barren, no ambitious floweret thrusts its head above the bosom of its mother earth,—except, indeed, those "floures white and rede, such as men callen daisies," that always seem to beam upon the world, no matter how the wind blows.,She looks at him as she says this, fearlessly, honestly, and without a suspicion of coquetry.,"Oh! that is really shocking," says Violet, with a curl of her very short upper lip.,"Just fancy the Æsthetic with a husband, and a baby on her knee.",Her tone, gentle but dignified, steadies him.,"From you? Was there ever such a dear silly old goose," says Mrs. Geoffrey, with a faint, loving laugh. And then, with a small sigh full of content, she forgets her cares for others for awhile, and, nestling closer to him, lays her head upon his shoulder and rests there happily until they reach the Towers.,Then Mona, opening the door indicated to her by the doctor, goes into the chamber beyond, and is lost to their view for some time.,"Oh, Mona, will you always love me as you do now?".